Chapter 8
FRANKIE
Holy shit.
I had my first man-made orgasm sprawled out on a dining room table. And I wanted more.
My pussy ached after being stretched by Shep’s fingers, but now, staring at his dick, I knew that had been nothing compared to what was going to happen next.
He was big. Really big.
I hadn’t seen a dick in real life before. Only in porn or really filthy movies. But nothing compared to what Shep had been packing in his jeans.
Baby arm. Baseball bat. Beer can. So many possible comparisons but none of them were right. Because it was actually nice looking. Weird to say, but besides thick and long, it had a flared head that had pre-cum sliding down it.
God gave him that dick, but I was the one that made it hard. Me. Frankie Waller, who still had some grease under her fingernails and never wore makeup or a dress.
Shep obviously liked what he saw. And tasted. He got right up in there and–
That had been amazing.
Like I told him, I wanted more.
I swiped my thumb over the little slit, caught the pearly fluid, then looked up. Shep’s eyes met mine. They were darker than before. His jaw was clenched and his cheeks, beneath his scruff, was flushed.
“This for me?” I asked, looking up at him through my lashes.
His dark gaze met mine, then flicked to my lips. “Every drop, cherry. Ready for it?”
We might have been in someone else’s house, but I felt like we were in a little bubble of just the two of us.
I nodded.
“Gotta hear the words,” he murmured again as he reached into his back pocket, pulled out his wallet and… oh. Grabbed a condom.
Thank God one of us still had brain function. He tore the wrapper open with his teeth, then dropped it on the table beside me. Then he got busy protecting us both.
“Tell me you want me to fuck you.”
There was no delay when I told him, “Fuck me, Shep.”
Had I just said that? And meant it?
“Tell me to pop that cherry.”
God, I was loving the dirty talk. “It’s yours.”
His eyes fell closed for the briefest of moments, as if he gave himself one last second of holding back.
Then he hooked a hand behind one knee and tugged me a few inches to the edge of the table. Instinctively, I wrapped my other leg around his hip.
I felt that huge head slide through my folds and then nestle at my entrance.
Our eyes met again. Held, as he pushed in.
“That’s it. Look how you’re taking me so well.”
I tried to squirm because while I’d come and he’d used his fingers in me, that wasn’t enough to prepare me for being split in two.
“Good girl. Another inch.”
I grabbed his biceps and held on. Tight.
He pulled back the tiniest amounts, then pushed in further.
“So wet. Is that all for me?”
I nodded. “Shep,” I whispered when he slipped in further.
“Let go. Lie back.”
I did, dropping onto the table. This time, he came over me, his hands braced on either side of my head. The motion had him sinking in even farther.
I gasped, arched my back. My inner walls clenched and released, trying to adjust. It hurt… a little. It wasn’t painful like I’d heard, only big. Really big.
“Are you sure I can take all of you?” I whispered, looking up at him.
He smiled. “You were made for me, cherry.”
He had a pace now, pull back, slide in, roll the hips. Back, in, roll. Slowly. Ridiculously slowly that I was losing my mind.
“Shep,” I said again.
“I’m almost in.” His head tipped down to watch. “Look how that pussy takes me so well.”
Okay, I liked that praise. My pussy did, too, because it relaxed and all at once the final few inches slid deep.
“Oh my God.”
“Fuck,” he growled.
His head dropped to the crook of my neck as he began to fuck me.
It wasn’t making love. Not on a dining table. Not in this house. Not with–
Oh shit, the others were watching. I heard a lucky fucker and a she’s a hot piece of ass and he’s gonna break her.
“You just got wetter,” Shep said, lifting his head so we were practically nose to nose.
His heat radiated from him. His strength. His clean scent.
“I… they’re watching,” I whispered.
“Yeah, they heard you come on my face and probably came running. Their dicks are hard for you, cherry. They’re wishing they were me, balls deep. Splitting you open.”
I clenched around him at his words.
“You like that.” He grinned. “Good to know. But say who’s fucking you.”
He pulled back, then thrust deep and hard for the first time.
“Oh shit,” I breathed, arching my back even more. “You, Shep. You.”
“That’s right. I’m the one you’re gonna think of the rest of the week ‘cause your pussy’s all sore.”
It was like he got revved up, fucking me harder and faster as the dirty talk continued.
Until he reached between us, found my clit and–
“SHEP!” I cried out when he pinched it.
“Fuck,” he muttered as I came all over him.
I was lost. Eyes squeezed tight, body taut. Pussy throbbing and clenching.
I felt him swell, then hold deep.
From his fierce growl, I knew he was coming, too.